Todos os capítulos de Marked By My Best Friend's Dad: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

~ Iris I didn’t realize how much I had missed them…Until they were standing right in front of me.Alive.Safe.Home.Alice was the first to crash into me.“Mom!” she squealed, wrapping her arms tightly around me like she hadn’t grown at all.I laughed softly, holding her just as tight. “Careful… you’ll break me.”“Not possible,” she said dramatically, pulling back just enough to look at me. “You look even prettier than I remember.”I raised a brow. “Flattery already?”“It’s not flattery if it’s true,” she replied proudly.“ Well you look pretty too,even to pretty.”i said.“I got the beauty from you mom!”I shook my head, smiling, then my eyes shifted…To Rowan, he stood a little behind her.Quiet.Still.Watching me.For a moment, neither of us moved.Then I stepped forward slowly and pulled him into a hug.he stiffened slightly at first…Then relaxed.Just a little.“I missed you,” I whispered.“I know, I missed you too mom.” he said softly.I pulled back, holding his face in my hands,

~ KaelI woke before the sun fully rose, not because I had to, but because I couldn’t sleep.The room was quiet. Too quiet. No noise. No chaos. No distractions.Just thoughts.Too many thoughts.Twins.White wolf.Heirs.Family.I exhaled sharply and sat up, running a hand through my hair.“This house…” I muttered. “Is getting really exhausting.”I got up and dressed without thinking too much about it.Dark shirt. Fitted. Comfortable. Easy to move in.Black pants. Boots.Simple.Deadly.When I stepped out, the servants immediately bowed slightly. “Good morning, Master Kael.”I paused for a second, Still not used to that.“…Morning,” I replied casually, walking past them.The hallway stretched ahead of me, quiet and polished like nothing ever went wrong in this house.Like last night hadn’t been chaos.Like a white wolf hadn’t just revealed himself to the entire pack.I rolled my shoulders once as I walked.I’m not ready for trouble today.Which, in this house…Usually meant trouble was

~ Eliora“Again?” I asked, staring at my reflection.I turned slightly, smoothing down the fabric of my dress. Simple. Elegant. Not too much. Not too little.Perfect.For once… I wanted to get this right.“Eliora.” I turned.My father stood by the door, arms folded, watching me like he always did… calculating, observant.“Are you ready?” Lucien Moreau asked.I nodded. “Yes.He stepped further into the room, his gaze softening just slightly. “The Luna has… forgiven you.”My chest tightened.Forgiven.The word felt heavier than it should.Well it wasn't my fault in the first place. “And she’s given permission for you to visit again,” he added.A small smile formed on my lips before I could stop it. “I’ll behave,” I said lightly.His eyes narrowed. “This is not a game, Eliora. I won't send you to do my dirty works again.”“oh you won't father. I'm grown now.”“ I know. Things have changed,” he continued. “Rowan is not the same boy you knew.”“I know,” I repeated, softer this time.“He’s

~ IrisThe room was quiet, too quiet.The kind of quiet that didn’t bring peace… it brought warning.I stood in front of the mirror, fingers lightly brushing over the fabric of my dress as I adjusted it.Black.Of course it was black, butt not just black.It clung to my body like it understood me, fitted at the waist, flowing just enough at the hips to give movement without losing control. The neckline was sharp but elegant, dipping just enough to be noticeable without being loud. Long sleeves, smooth and structured, ending just at my wrists.Power.That’s what it looked like.Not beauty, not softness.Power.My hair fell over my shoulders in controlled waves, dark and glossy, framing my face perfectly. My makeup was minimal, but precise, sharp eyes, soft lips.Nothing excessive, I didn’t dress to impress.I dressed to remind people who I was.It was in the past, I dressed to impress.My reflection stared back at me.Calm.A knock came at the door.I didn’t turn. “Come in.”Mira walke

It's supposed to be 180 but I want the book chapters to tally so I'm making it 179 B, thanks.~ Alice“Again.”Thorne’s voice echoed across the training ground.I rolled my shoulders, already annoyed. “I just did that.”“And you did it wrong,” he replied calmly.I glared at him. “Respectfully… you’re starting to get on my nerves.”“Good,” he said. “That means you’re still thinking like a child.”Wow rude.I lunged anyway, fast, Sharp and Focused.He blocked.Of course he did.I twisted, aiming for his side..He stepped back.Predictable.“Too emotional,” he said.“I’m not emotional!” I snapped.“You just yelled.”“That doesn’t count.”“Look, Alice, you’ve grown,” Thorne continued, circling me slowly. “Soon you’ll be sixteen. I’m not going to go easy on you.”I let out a dry laugh, rolling my neck.“Please,” I said, shifting my stance. “Like you ever did.”He didn’t smil, that’s how I knew I was about to suffer.“Again,” he said.I moveds so fast, This time sharper and Cleaner.No hesit